Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.